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"Tonight ent for such topics. Let's not sour the mood, eh?"

Hawk looked at the mug Teige had thrust towards him, and then at Teige's extremely cheerful expression, his brow knit. He made a face that said Teige wasn't fooling him, but didn't pursue it, instead lifting his own mug.

"If you say so."

"Here's to it then," Teige said, and they toasted. "Sláinte!"

They drank, and then went out into the clear night, ambling from place to place along roads that wound through the close warren of buildings--stumbling into a concert held on a little square, and then into a party where they hung out a large window smoking, and then up and down stairways, laughing.